Thread: Oneironaut's Matrix

02/21/2005

I was carrying my katana around with me at an old job of mine. (Dave’s phone room.) There was no particular reason I had it, I was just wandering around with it. At one point I was outside, (there were Much more people there than when I worked there,) when the cops showed up and started asking around for someone with a sword. I ducked backwards through the crowd and slipped back in through the back door.
I don't remember much, but I do remember some action going on (I think inside the building.) If I'm not mistaken, I was sword fighting with someone or Something. I had Matrix DeZionized playing to try out the AVID method (though I feel asleep before being able to get too far into it.) I Think it worked, to a point, because I definitely remember some sort of fight going on (and I'm sure the sound of the cops showing up was in direct relation to the movie.)
I hardly remember shit, though.

02/24/2006
"Escape and Recapture"

My earliest memory of this dream was being held captive in some sort of military bunker with T. I forgot the reason we were being detained, but we were definitely on our way to find out how to get the hell out of there.
We were creeping through the halls, keeping out of the sight of the captors as they went on about their business. One thing I will stress; I had some Calea last night and this dream was Vivid. Completely indistinguishable from waking life. At one point, we had made it from the lower level of the bunker, and were in a hangar. The hangar doors were open, and the outside was swarming with personnel.
Hidden away, we were wedged between some large hummer like vehicle and one of the walls of the hangar. I remember laying down on the floor and feeling the slightly cooled concrete beneath my hands as I cased the exit and tried to plan for an escape that I knew wasn't going to be easy. There were a few men on dirtbikes that were passing the open hanger every now and then, and I figured that those were going to be our best bet, because the hummer we were hiding around/under was locked. I remember having a short conversation of whispers with T, as we went over just how difficult this was going to be. Finally, we made a break for the exit.
I few of the men heard us coming as we got closer and wheeled around to fire on us. I don't remember how we took them down, but we dropped them and kept moving.
Once outside the hangar we knew we had about two seconds of leeway before we were spotted, so we dashed straight toward the nearest group of men with dirtbikes. Taking them down as well, barehanded (though I still don't actually remember doing it, we jumped on the bikes that had stalled and fallen over onto the ground.
The alarms sounded before we could even take off. Thank god I had better luck than in my last dirtbike dream, and was able to start the dirtbike with one kick, this time. The shooting came from all directions at once as we sped off away from the compound, hitting the main road and redlining the bikes away from the scrambling troops.
We'd gotten somewhere down the road, and had planned to take a shortcut that we somehow knew was there. Turning off of the road we went into the high grasses on the side where there was supposed to be a tunnel. (I think I actually Saw the tunnel earlier in the dream, and just don't remember it. But I have do have a very strong sense of knowing more about that tunnel.)
The strange thing was, the tunnel was blocked off, this time, and we couldn't get in. It seems like it was covered intentionally by something/someone. We busted U-ies on the bikes and got back onto the road just in time to see the military having gained some ground and coming up behind us.
There was a sort of chase scene that I don't remember other than knowing T's bike was ahead of mine as we were racing back away from the soldiers. At this point, the dream seemed to end and/or transition.
We were at T's house, sitting around shooting the shit. There was no recollection of the dream before, and this had gone back into something much more closer to waking life. After a while, we were sitting around watching tv with his folks, when the doorbell rang. His mom gets up and goes to the door, as we minding our own business.
She comes back in with her head down and says "T, Greg, the police are here to see you."
So we get up and there's all flashing lights outside. Still Very Very vivid. The man starts telling us about how we were charged with fleeing from prison (though it wasn't a prison) assaulting officers, (but they were soldiers) stealing their bikes, resisting arrest, etc. I'd begun to panic as they were putting the cuffs on me, starting to push me back toward the car. And in my head, I did what I normally, instinctively do in such a bizarre and surreal situation. I wondered whether or not I was dreaming.
I was instantly lucid. The first thing I noticed when this happened was that the world got So Much More Vivid. This is normal for nearly every time I gain lucidity, but I could tell that this was more due to the Calea Z I'd had before bed. I was still getting herded toward the police car, and still feeling the grip of the situation that had a little more pull on my body that I did, because my mind was a bit scattered. The only thing I knew was that the situation was too intense for the time, I couldn't bring myself to focus on the fact that I was dreaming, that I was still in the process of being arrested, dealing with the Intense reality of a Calea dream. I remember, disoriented by anxiety, beginning to fight and struggle against the men that were putting me in the car, laughing maniacally and yelling about how "This is just a B*!!$#!! F*(#!^ Dream!!!" a few times.
I tried to pull myself into another scene, but the Calea was making it so hard to pull myself away from my surroundings, consciously. Everything was intensely vivid. I could Feel the trees off in the yard across the street, as if they were a part of me, and could see every detail around me in Hi-Def resolution.
At one point, I’d only partially been able to pull myself out of the situation. Everything outside of about a 15ft radius faded from view, and was left with a sort of deep grayish fog. This lasted for about 15 seconds, and was really beginning to get on my nerves because I was simply trying to change scenes and Could Not Get Out of this one. I hate when that happens. Anyway, after a few seconds of a smoky-gray limbo, I woke up.

Damn, what a waste. No more dream scene changes in the face of danger. Next time, it’s neutralize the threat with a severe lucid beatdown, first.


I’d planned to go find the old guy from my “epic lucid dream” a few months ago during my next lucid, but I got so wrapped up in the intensity of this one, it never even occurred to me.

02/27/2006
“Higher Learning: Apocalypse”

Another intense Calea dream. This one started off on a college campus. There was some sort of rally planned on the football field, and we were all gathering up and waiting for it to start. There were hundreds of people out there, everybody just kinda doing their own thing for a while. Todd and I were talking about something or other, when a few men appeared high up on one of the walls surrounding the football field.
It started off pretty benign. The khaki-clad white guy started yelling something that wasn't all too interesting, in the beginning, though I can't remember what he was saying. After a couple of minutes, it seemed he was about to give praise to one of the star athletes of the school. He started quoting the guy's stats and whatnot as a section of the field opened right in the middle of the crowd, the crowd stepped back, in a wide circle, and gave this door room to open.
I was near enough to the middle of the crowd to be able to look between the bodies of the people just in front of me, and see a large, black guy poised and ready for the platform below him to lift and carry him up into the viewing range of the public.
This is where the dream goes south.
This rally was actually a Neo-Nazi rally. (there was one out here in Orlando on Saturday, I hear.)
The dialogue turns into one of dissent and hatred, getting the minority of people in the audience, that was actually sided with the Neo-Nazis, a hell of a rouse. Scattered fists were starting to pump in the air, met sporadically with the heil Hitler gestures and the throbs of "White Power!"
A final command was given from the top and the crowd looks up to see a slab of concrete the size of a small car arcing down towards us like a meteor, threading the eye of the crowd and crashing mercilessly into the hole in the ground where the athlete had once stood in wait.
Terror made the entire crowd pulse backward from the center, in all directions, like a shockwave.
At the same time, the sounds of assault rifles filled the air, unseen bullets raining down into select areas of the crowd as we scattered.
As I passed the people that were, once, behind me, I could see that a few of the Neo-Nazis that were in the crowd had began to fight and kill whoever it was they saw as their enemy that they could get their hands on. It didn't matter if you were a different race, sexual orientation, or were simply standing in the wrong part of the crowd. You were a target. With all of the people there, this would have looked like something out of Braveheart, if there was machine gun fire on the battlefield in the movie.
I ran across the football field and got to the fence on the other side. I immediately tried one of those long jumps that I've been able to do often in my dreams, though I wasn't yet lucid. I jumped a good 50 feet, but came crashing to the ground about 10 feet away from the fence.
:sweat2:
Now, standing at the bottom, I jumped up and grabbed the top of the fence and swung my legs over. I didn't land all the way at the bottom, though, and sort of hung on to the fence with my hands and feet, a la Spiderman. Able to see through the fence, the chaos was still ensuing, and more weapons had been broken out. This was the beginning of Neo-Nazi revolution and they were coming out in waves.
Tight thing is, having had this weird position on the fence, I started to scramble along it horizontally, and even used webbing to get from the fence to the trees on the other side of the yard.
T and I rendezvous'd (sp) later, and a lot went on that I don't remember too much of. I recall searching for my daughter. For some reason, I was calling for Sara, instead of Cierra, and I remember having to hand-to-hand a bunch of NNs as I was roaming this campus looking for my daughter. It is only now, after waking up, that I realize I was even searching for my daughter, because in my dream I was calling out Sara instead of Cierra. What was even stranger is that when I finally found her, she was a teenager. O.o If it wasn’t for the lingering warmth of finding and embracing her, in tears, I wouldn’t even know, now, who it was I was searching for. There is no doubt it was an older version of my daughter.
Everything after that is really hazy. I remember we had to leave the city, as this was a sort of civil unrest that was starting to spread across various other cities and states in the northeast. Strange, though, that the city was up north, rather than Florida. I remember getting on a subway with Cierra, T, and some of our other friends to escape the rioting towns, and we headed out west.
That’s about it, though.

02/28/2006

Had a pretty good dose of Calea, last night, but I didn't lay down for bed until about 12:30, so my recall is shit. I will say that I had some Amazing H.I. though, zooming in and out on different aspects while fighting to stay conscious because it was so late. It was probably the closest to a WILD I've ever gotten without having been asleep first and then woken up. I'd have to say the H.I. was the highlight though because, even though I remember dreaming, I was a little too groggy in the morning to sit and try to recall details of the dream.

03/01/2006

I anticipated a little bit of rebound, because I didn’t get too much sleep Monday night, but, like the smart guy I am, I decided to toke some more Calea before bed. Mistake. I remember having a really intense nightmare at first. I don’t remember much of the detail, but it had something to do with hanging out with Joe and some sort of humanoid thing lurking around the house trying to kill us. I can’t quite remember what he/it looked like, but I remember the face being all mangled, and not exactly something you wanna experience in a Calea dream. Don’t recall a lot of what went on, but it was intense enough to wake me up @ 3am covered in sweat.
Went back to sleep shortly after, not having the motivation to get up and write in my journal, which I usually have trouble getting back to sleep after doing, anyway. Second dream was much better, though. I was in a bathroom while the extremely sexy Pammy from my old job was taking a bath. (Funny that I haven’t seen her in over a year and just randomly though about her yesterday, and ended up dreaming about her. Heh.) Not much happened but it was a good dream, nonetheless. I was sitting on the floor with my back up against the wall and we were just talking about old times and how we missed each other and all that good stuff. I’d ended up going on about how adorable I always thought she was, and she acted surprised, even though I know she wouldn’t have been in waking life because we used to flirt All the time.
Don’t remember too many details from this dream, either, but I do remember leaning, taking the sponge from her, and scrubbing her down a bit, which…well...didn’t suck.

03/02/2006
"Doom Island Recall"

A lot went on last night. Not even sure if I recall each scenario, but 2 of them stick out.
The first one actually had a dream before it, but the dream is completely lost. All I know is it took place in my old Canterbury house. (I wonder why most of my "at home" dreams take place there.)
Anyway, after the dream, I had a really fucked up series of False Awakenings. A good 10-15 in a row, which is a record for me. What happened was, I woke up from the previous dream with my face partially covered by my blanket. I was laying on my side, and the blanket came up just to where it covered my eyes, and the top of my head was sticking out. So, trying to see what time it was, I reached up and took hold of the blanket with one hand, but when I pulled it down, the blanket was somehow still over my eyes.
I'm like "wtf?" and I reach up to pull it down again and I can feel myself pulling the fabric away from my face, but the blanket would Still block my vision. It wasn't just darkness. I could see the designs on the underside of the blanket as well.
Now, the f'cked up thing is; the second or third time this happened, I realized that these were just false awakenings, and that I was dreaming. But I was getting So Annoyed at having my face relentlessly covered by this damn blanket, that I kept trying to wake myself up instead of taking advantage of being lucid. I didn't even stop to really think "wow I'm lucid." It was more "DAMNIT ANOTHER FALSE AWAKENING?! GET THIS G'DAMN BLANKET OFF OF ME!!" :sweat2:
Sooooooooo...I spent the next 12 or 13 False Awakenings trying to will myself awake, only to wake up, find the blanket over my eyes, pull it down with my hand, and still not be able to move this sort of 'ghost blanket' that was covering my face, only to try to will myself awake and go through the same damn thing over and over again.
Sooner or later I woke up for real and spent a good five minutes on reality checks. lol

After having fallen back asleep, I had a Looooooooong dream. Me and some blonde chick dressed all in white like Scarlet Johansen (sp) in "The Island" were trying to escape some sort of facility (much like in The Island,) and were being chased. There were hordes of guards trying to catch us as we ran, aimlessly, through this labyrinth of futuristic, metallic rooms.
In one of these rooms was some sort of experimental portal. (This part reminds me of Doom. Damn Calea Z doesn't slouch on the dream-weirdness. lol.) So, being our only way out, we jump into this portal thing and are suddenly rocketted through space. (which was awesome.) We broke the atmosphere of some waaaaaaay distant planet, though I don't remember landing. Shortly after, we were roaming around this dark, barren wasteland of what seemed like chilled volcanic rock formations as far as the eye could see.
We came upon some sort of door that led straight down, with a three fingered hand print in it. (Total Recall came on the other day. I didn't even Watch the damn movie and I haven't seen it in years!! All I did was pass by and watch the final scene where Arnold presses the handprint thing and floods Mars with oxygen! My mind has never put this many random movies together, before. But I guess I asked for this kinda thing, after my LDate profile. Haha.) As we were wondering whether or not to push this handprint thing, we heard something overhead. Looking up, we saw a blue streak of light falling toward the planet, then a large boom sounded and a burning blue hemisphere spread outward from the center of the blue light to reveal a tiny orb falling from the sky. Something else had just broken through the atmosphere of the planet, behind us.
We pressed the button quickly and the ground opened up. Jumping down into the hole, we founded that the inside of the planet's surface was a copy of Earth! Complete with a holographic sky beneath the rocks.
It was like Earth in the early 80's though. We mixed in, as well we could, with the people living there and even made some friends. I even remember going to a club where people were learning to breakdance, and trying to learn to windmill, myself (which I can't do in waking life, so I had A LOT of trouble with it.) Also, later that day, there was a football game going on, and I overheard the coach being a real dick to his players because they were losing. I stepped in and started giving the coach hell, and telling him to take it easy on the players and whatnot. I think I remember offering him a bottle of liquor and him getting so drunk he had to sit out the rest of the game. lol.
Anyway, the team ended up winning and homegirl and I were heroes. There was a huge celebration filled with alcohol and heartfelt speeches about how this was their first major victory in ages.
Sooner or later, we had to go, and everyone was trying to get us to stay. We told them about where we'd come from and "When" we'd come from and, fascinated, they wanted us to stay even more. But, we couldn't, so we said our goodbyes to new found friends and went off in search of a way back home.
I don't remember much of what happened after that, but I do remember finding another portal, taking it back to earth, and appearing in another room. I think no time passed on Earth between when we left and came back, because we were able to ambush some guards, from the side, that were chasing us toward the portal room before we left, which was pretty tight. And we went on in search for the real way out of the facility. (LOL @ being right back where we started, after such a long and plotted dream. )

After that, the rest of the dream is pretty much lost.

Oh, and there was another scenario involving myself, my daughter, her step-sister, her mom and her mom's husband. Nothing raelly noteworthy went on in this dream, that I can think of, but we were all getting along, which is good, in itself.

Maaaaaaaaaan. I just read the first page of this journal, and it's amazing. You sir, are a master. This is by far the best journal I've read- I love how you have so many lucids where you just enjoy your minds imagery. I think it'll be the same with me once I start attaining lucidity. I was wondering if you're adopting anyone at the moment, because I'd be honored.
Keep it up

Thanks man! Glad to know you’re enjoying reading it.
That one on the end of the first page is probably my all time favorite though. Haha. That dream was just dope. I think I’ve got quite a few good ones, though.
And to tell you the truth, I was just thinking about putting in a request to become a dream guide. I’ll see how that goes and if it’s all good, you’ll be my first adoption.

03/05/2006
In this one, T and I were going around robbing top exec big wigs for their pork barrel spending assets, (Audis, Benzes, Crotch Rockets, etc.) and going joy-riding around the city for a while. The whole dream had a real Grand Theft Auto feel to it. I even remember taking one of the bikes and jumping off of a parking garage like 10 stories high, and doing wheelies through traffic.

03/08/2006
This dream was long, but I know I’ve forgotten all but one small scene. The whole scenario had something to do with mythological times and creatures. I don’t remember very much at all but the high stone walls of a castle I suppose, and being dropped into a wide moat that had a long fall at the end, even though the water in the moat wasn’t moving that fast.
The main thing that sticks out in my mind as I was wading around in this moat, somewhat close to the edge where it went over the side of the wall and down to the pond a few hundred yards below, is that the water beside me rose a few feet. At first I thought it was just a large ripple caused by natural water stuff, but the wave never subsided. It simply stayed elevated like a large bump, about the size of a small car, in otherwise still waters.
It was night time, and there was only a little moonlight shinning off of the water, so with all of the shimmering ripples, I couldn’t make out what was the cause of this fluctuation. Suddenly, the darkness of the anomaly actually lifted from the bottom edge of this little “hill.” It replaced itself from bottom to top with a shadowy white surface, a huge glistening black orb staring back at me. There was something in the moat about 5 feet away from me, and whatever it was, its eye was bigger than my whole body.
About 20 yards away, I saw a large fin shoot up out of the water for a second, curling in a motion that made me guess it was the tail end of the beast that was looking at me. I don’t remember very much about what happened after this, though.

03/09/2006

Going downtown with a bunch of people. Being on an indoor ice skating rink and having to piss, I pissed in the corner while someone was trying to annoy the hell out of me.

03/10/2006

Being on a bus, I randomly remembered to remind myself I was dreaming. The realization just came to me and I tried to confirm it by stopping the bus that was traveling down the highway beside us with my mind. I struggled with this one for a while and I was only able to bring about a slight difference in speed. But, nonetheless, I knew I was dreaming. Don’t remember much other than this tiny scene though.
It came after waking up at about 4 and going back to sleep after having a little Calea. Unfortunately, I’d talked myself into having a little bit of Mary also because I was worried about not being able to get back to sleep. (I usually don’t fall back asleep after getting up around 4-5ish. I ended up drifting back off, but of course I don’t remember much.

03/14/2006

A lot went on last night. I’d gotten my new herbs and even though I tried some of the dream herb blend, I’d gotten to sleep around 12:30 and woke up at 5:30. So, although I can remember how vivid certain aspects of my dreams were, the content of them all are pretty much lost.

One scenario, I was scaling what seemed to be a tall stone building, bare-handing the climb up the broad face like Stallone in cliffhanger. It was night time, and the city/village was far below, a few torches lit every few yards or so up the face of the building. At one point, there was a dragon attacking me from the side, its body more or less perched around the corner of the wall with its neck craned around, trying to bite at me from the right.
Don’t remember too much of this one, besides that, but I think I’ll end up drawing that scene pretty soon.

There was another where I was hanging out/making out with some girl, but I don’t remember who. We were at a party somewhere, and Ja Rule comes up to me and starts talking like we’ve known each other for years. Lol. I was a bit confused at this at first, but just ended up going along with it. Can’t remember what we were talking about, though.

I woke up twice throughout the night, and I remember having more dreams going on than this. If I think of any more throughout the day, I’ll come back and add.

03/15/2006

Joe lived in canturbury
Party. Two girls.
G’s house gutted.
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03/16/2006

Hardly remember this one at all. There was some big guy talkin a lot of shit about somethin. I think it was my daughter he was talking about. Before I knew it, I had the guy on the ground on his back and I was sitting on his chest with my fist cocked back. He kept running his mouth on and on to antagonize me, though I can't remember what he said.
There were friends around me that were trying to keep me from destroying this guy, (telling me that he wasn't worth it, etc. etc. The whole thing reminded me of the climax of Jet-Li's "Unleashed") but the guy just kept running his mouth.
Finally, I was so enraged that (unlike Jet-Li's character) I launched the most powerful punch I've ever experienced throwing and just about shattered his skull between my fist and the ground he was laying on. Incredible how realistic it felt.

There was much more that went on, but I can't remember it. Running off another 5 1/2 hours of sleep.

Damnit. I have to stop doing that.

03/17/2006

Some girl had asked to see my Dragon glasses and was going on and on about how much she liked them.

I was driving my car and came to a stop light and realized my brakes weren’t working.

03/19/2006
"Clean-up in Aisle Six."

Don’t remember much of this one, but it involved being in a grocery store with friends, being chased by Xenomorphs. (the aliens from the Aliens movies) These bastards were everywhere; crawling along the ceilings, the vertical aisle shelves and just about any other place else you can think of. We Did have guns, though, which was good. The only moment that really stands out was when I ran out of ammo with this piece of shit pistol that I had (that wasn’t doing a damn thing) and I looked down the hallway perpendicular to where I was and saw an HK MP5 from a dead “shopper.” I ran the short length with a xenomorph right behind me. Without slowing down, I dove for the gun and did a forward somersault while grabbing it, spinning around one half time on my back and sliding to a stop, facing the alien while it closed in. Just as it lunged at me I sprayed the rest of the clip into the beast and dropped it a few inches away from where I was laying.
I know much more went on, but I don’t remember it.

03/20/2006
"Bay Area Brawl."

My earliest memory of this dream was of fighting someone one a city rooftop. I’m not sure what exactly was going on while it was happening, but I do remember being knocked over the edge of the roof, and hanging on to a large stone cylinder while my legs dangled over the busy streets below. I only had about a moment of lucidity, that I can remember. While dangling from the building, I looked down at the street, aware that, if I fell, I wouldn’t be hurt, because this was only a dream.
I don’t remember whether or not I stayed lucid after this, (so I won't make that assumption) BUT after dropping from the multi-story building and making a soft, kneeling crouch of a landing on the sidewalk, the rest of the dream had these sort of metaphysical properties.
The guy I was fighting, who seemed to give off the vibe of having these powers from the beginning, had thought he’d killed me after dropping me from the building, and I ended up using the advantage to roam the rooftops for a long while after he left so that I could stakeout this guy and his habits from above, often jumping great distances between the tallest buildings of the city to stay on the highest rooftops. There was a slum area across a moonlit bay where I had allies, and I remember flying over that way for a while, though I don’t remember much of what happened there.
After some time, I’d gone back into the city, still having the element of surprise in that this guy had already thought he’d killed me. Flying for hundreds of yards at a time between rooftops, I spotted him down on the streets, walking along amongst the scattered throngs of “normal people.” I dropped out of the sky around the corner of the building he was walking next to and ducked into the nearest doorway, Knowing that this guy would turn the corner and come right passed me.
He did just as I figured he would and ended up passing right beside me. I jumped out of the shadows and grabbed him by the shoulders from behind. I remember his surprised when I spun around and he saw me, the guy he’d thought he’d killed, and I remember having beat the crap out of him all superpower-like, though I don’t recall actually doing it.
Shortly after, his allies were on the hunt for me. This led to a huge chase that found its way back up on the city rooftops. I was on the defensive because there was just too many of them and ended up flying off to (what I presume was) the west, over a smaller section of the bay.
It was less than a mile from the city to a tiny, wooded island out in the water, but it had gone from night to day in this short time it took for me to land there. These guys that were chasing me followed me to the island and had me hiding among the trees, using guerilla tactics to jump out and ambush however many of them I could from whatever areas I was hiding. After having cleared the area of as many of the enemies as I could, I waited until I was sure I could make an undetected getaway and launched back into the air, back toward the city.
Again, even though the city was close enough to see from the island, only about a half mile away, by the time I landed on one of the high rooftops, it had instantly turned nighttime again.
This is about all I remember, though.

03/23/2006

Went to sleep using my AVID method, (but still went to sleep late, which didn't help my recall) listening to the Matrix DeZionized and had a dream about being chased by the CIA. Don’t remember much of what went on in it, but I know that it had involved a lot of gunplay and shit.
Another one was of me trying to teach someone to dance. There were three of us there, and we were on some small field or something and I was trying to show them how to do the arm wave. I don’t think there was any music playing, though.

03/26/2006

Nada.

03/28/2006
Older Sister

I know there was more than one dream last night, but I can hardly remember anything. In one, I was only about 9 years old, which is the first time I’d experienced being significantly younger, in a dream, that I can remember. I had an older sister who I don’t remember seeing, but was helping my dad in an audio studio that he had in the house.
My sister was a technical whiz, obviously, and I kept getting pissed that I couldn’t help, and could only talk to them through an intercom system. She had a real attitude, too, and kept teasing me about how I wouldn’t be of any help at all and I should just stay out because they were “working.”
Don’t remember too much about that one, though.

In another one, I was holding someone else’s baby. I think it was my cousin Nyra’s. I don’t remember too much about the dream other than I was holding and playing with this infant. That’s about it.

03/29/2006

All I can really remember is hangin out with some of the ladies from work.

03/30/2006
"Dream Views party and Fight With Dad."

Woke up around 4.
I had either two dreams that I remember parts of, or one dream that ran together. I think it was two, though. The first dream had something to do with meeting a bunch of the DVers and hanging out for a while in some type of apartment. It was just utter madness in there, as it probably would be if we all really got together to party. Don't remember too much about the party itself, but I remember Aquanina wanting to change her name, for some reason, but it was funny cause it was all "announced" in a mixture of liveaction and text as if she'd just changed her SN in the forum. Haha.

Later, (I'm pretty sure it was a separate dream.) I remember my dad becoming involved. Something about waking up in that same apartment, but it was myself, my mom and my dad living in it. I'm guessing I had been "out late" the night before and had missed breakfast. My dad was on my ass about doing some sort of chores, and I told him that I was going to eat first before I did anything. He didn't take this very well and started getting all huffy and beligerent. At first, it just stared with us mixing words, and then he tried threatening me and shit. (He even went and grabbed a belt to try to intimidate me with it. Lol)
He got in my face, cracking the belt between his hands and mumbling something about "fucking with him."
After he got up that close, it was over. I hardly remember exactly what I did to him, but I do remember tossing him over in the corner by the front door like a pile of old clothes when I was done, his entire body broken in a way that seemed he had no bones beneath his skin, whatsoever. It was pretty hardcore, but yeah, he deserved it.
Don't remember too much else, though.
Laid back down to sleep.

Did WBTB and was having a short series of non-lucid dreams, in one of which I was smoking Salvia with T and J, another was where I asked some thuggish lookin cat for something, like a light or cellphone or somethin, and the bitch reaches down toward the gun I could see sticking out of the front of his pants. Before he even touched it, I was thinkin to myself "nnoo no, you don't want to do that." I didn't know I was lucid, but was confident that, if he were to aim it at me, I could disarm him. He did, so I ducked my head to the side while pushing the gun barrel the opposite way with one hand, and jamming my other hand into the hollow of his elbow, bending the arm enough to turn the gun back in his direction while securing my hand around the butt, finger on the trigger, disarming him.
I also remember seeing a sunkin ship in another dream. The name of the rotting old vessel with the "English Queen Somethingorother" if I'm not mistaken. Pretty soon, I found myself wandering this strange blueish landscape, and I was beginning to wonder if I was going to gain lucidity like I'd been trying to do. Bam. I was instantly lucid after realizing that I was already dreaming. My first command was "Increase Clarity!!" and the resolution straightened up obediently.
It was rather dark around where I was, so, unfortunately, I said "lights on!" and was absolutely flooded by bright white light from seemingly everywhere at once. I was afraid this was going to wake me up so I said. "Decrease light!!" and the lighting had gone down from bright white to grey, but had taken away so much of the clarity that I could tell that the dream was starting to unravel. It wasn't long before I woke up. :neutral:
Oh well, all I wanted was to get lucidity through the WBTB method, and that worked, so I'm not complainin.

[Edit: Just noticed the 10 day intervals between my last three lucid dreams. Strange.]

04/03/2006
"Interview/Bandits/Being Watched."

I was applying at some high-profile job. In a newsroom I think. They were looking for an artist. T was there, and he'd already been working there before I applied.
Well, long story short, they put me on some timed test to see how well I could draw, and were REALLY ambiguous about what it was they wanted me to draw at all. They brought up some dudes name that I guess was a reporter, and started talking about how great he was and saying that I should draw him. Confused and frustrated, I started telling everyone about how I didn't know who the hell they were talking about and asking for some sort of elaboration.
T wasn't being very helpful at all, and was having a sort of "Hey, I already work here. You're on your own" attitude about the whole thing, even seeing that I was probably going to fail this test without even have a proper chance.
I ended up scribbling down some outline of a man, which I didn't even get to start until about 15 seconds before the end of the probably 60 second test, because of all the confusion. What was left on my paper was hardly even distinguishable from any middleschooler's attempt at a humanoid form.
T looked over at the paper and shook his head, saying something like. "Damn, you know I don't think you were trying your best with that. That shit is just basic." I about blew up at him, saying something like "Of course it's fucking basic! I didn't even understand what I was supposed to draw!!" Without breaking his smug, comfortable tone he said "Yeah well I'd keep it down or your going to ruin any chance you still have, if any, of getting this position. You're acting very unprofessional right now."
Rage and frustration was practically spilling out of me at all angles and I could feel myself losing it. Luckily the dream ended before it got any worse.

In another there was a picnic somewhere with a lot of people around. We were in what could almost be described as a third world country with tiny wooden shops and stuff scattered all over the "campgrounds." There were bandits in the area and people were having to keep a lookout for them. Every now and then, dirtbikes or four-wheelers with this crazy muhfuckas would stream onto the camp reeking havoc; shooting into the crowds, robbing people, running over women and children. All kinds of fucked up shit. Don't remember too much besides that, though.

The last one involved something about trying to get it on with some girl in a hotel room being shared by us, my ex, and either my ex's husband or the brother of the girl that I was with. Can't remember which. Needless to say there was more problems than pleasure as we were feeling eyes on us the entire time we were going at it. We ended up cutting everything short because it was just too fuckin creepy.

04/09/2006
"Backyard Battle"

I can tell there was much more that went on in this dream(s) than I can remember. The only two things that stand out were 1) looking for something in the woods while someone was chasing me and 2) gaining lucidity while at a party at a friend's house that was being busted up by some shit-starters.
It wasn't until starting to argue with a bunch of them in the back yard that my lucidity began flickering in and out. A crowd was gathering as I was getting harassed by a group of like 4-5 guys, though I can't remember the reason why. I think it was the feeling of impending danger that brought about the low level lucidity.
When the fight broke out I had full control over my movement and actions, criss-crossing back and forth in the middle of the circle to stun each of them systematically with light blows, weaving randomly from enemy to enemy so they couldn't quite gauage where I was going next. (A la Jackie Chan. By the way, I'd fallen asleep with Matrix: Reloaded playing, could this dream have been brought on by the Neo vs Smiths fight? Hmm.)
Anyway, I had gotten a good one or two hits on each of them in a matter of seconds before beginning to have to weave my body away from their own attacks. This was that strange, unstable lucidity that comes and goes in stressful/nonstressful situations. In other words, the realization that I was dreaming krept into my head as I was amped up to fight and I was able to consciously direct myself into moves and acrobatics that I could never do in waking life. Straight-up awesome fight. However, when the fight was over and things returned to normal, my lucidity just faded away with the coming sound of the, collectively drunk-as-fuck crowd cheering at how badass a fight that was.

04/11/2006
"Cold Busted"
So, first thing I remember is hanging out at G's old house. (In Canterbury...again. o.O) And I'm sitting around smokin. Sooner or later, a cop shows up and surprises us on the porch. (There was at least one or two other people there.)
I palmed my bag of Mary and, I think, the burning joint also, letting my hand fall down to my side, and started talking all cool calm and collected at the cop, who had this "I've got the upper hand" smirk on his face for the entire dream. It was almost scary how happily arrogant this guy was.
He said something along the lines of "so something tells me you're all just sitting around frying your brains. Just like your Dad does." His attention had turned to me.
"My Dad's dead, faggot." I replied, insinuating that he knew nothing about me and should shut his mouth.
"Yeah, so's mine," he answered back without missing a beat and told me how his dad was killed in action or some shit like that, as if it effectively countered my point, still smiling that "you're Fucked" smile.
I do remember once the cop turned around and was talking to one of my other peops on the porch and while his back was turned, without even thinking, I reached up and stuck the joint back in my mouth, lighting it and puffing on it a few times. Before he'd turned back around, I remember thinking "WTF am I Doing?!!" I crushed the joint in my hand and stuck my hands in my pockets nonchalantly just as the cop turned back around toward me.
He more or less ordered me to give him and grand tour of the house so he could, unadmittedly, search for the weed.
While inside, I stood around idly as the cop went from room to room, looking around, myself, for a place to get rid of the weed in my pocket, before he decided to search me. I made sure it was one of the rooms he'd already checked, but also was careful not to fall too far back behind so I could give the illusion to the cop that I was simply standing at the door way, watching him search the next room.
While his back was turned, I leaned over to the left and stuck the bag that was in my pocket behind a picture frame in the main room, that was near enough to the door that I didn't have to move my feet.
As my eyes turned back to the cop, he was turning back toward me at the exact same time, so much so that I couldn't tell whether he saw me straighten up my body after leaning to stash the bag.
Saying nothing, he continued searching the room for the bud, and after a good little while we started heading back to the front door. He'd gone a little farther ahead, and disappeared around the last corner to the main room on his way out.
I rounded the corner just a moment later, not daring to look down at the picture I'd stashed the bag behind. But when my eyes turned toward the door, I saw the cop sitting on the couch, now in street clothes, leaning back all cocky with one leg rested on the other, holding my bag of weed.
"You know...you almost broke me," he said, laughing and shaking his head. "Just a few seconds more and I would have been out the door."
He ended up taking me jail. I even remember a short sequence in jail, but no details of it.

Second dream had something to do with being in a liquor store.

04/14/2006

Creeping through a high school campus at night. I couldn’t see much more than shadow in front of me. There was suddenly a figure walking toward me in the dark. He was stalking toward me like he was ready to stop me from doing whatever it was I was doing. I think he had something in his hand which made me flick out my butterfly knife in retaliation. I remember grappling with him for a moment, but don’t exactly know how I got passed him.
I was moving faster now, after taking the guy down, and was aware that there were more people chasing me. Suddenly it was daytime, and I was creeping/running through halls full of school kids and teachers. The people I was passing were yelling shit at me, asking what I was doing here, but I just kept sprinting passed them.
Some high school kid, at one point, started running behind me. I think he figured I was trying to just “get out of school” or something like that. We ran into a large room that seemed like mixture between the gymnasium and a shop warehouse. I looked back once to see this kid getting dogpiled on by a large horde of the guys that were chasing me, more of them still running after me through the hallways.
I remember going all over the school, on the rooftops and down in the exaggeratedly labyrinthine basement areas, but don’t’ lost most of the other details. It was a very long, detailed dream, but I can tell my recall was damn near wiped out when I woke up; a perfect reflection of my combination of Calea Z and Mary J before bed last night.

04/18/2006

I'd fallen asleep while waiting for the new 3D pic I'm working on to render. I remember dreaming that the pic had finished rendering, complete with some rooftop decorations that I hadn't really added in waking life, but was considering doing before I'd gone to bed. When I'd woken up, though, the pic had stopped rendering about halfway through.